Rio is the reason I'm a better parent. I'm his number one advocate.
"As you know Mrs. Garcia," his preschool teacher said, "Rio is right handed."
"No...he's left handed," I corrected her.
"Not according to his evaluation," she continued.
I could hear in the tone of her voice, she had the degree in child development, I was just a parent. I rolled my eyes and pretended to take her serious.
She reported that he could count all twenty objects, he could point to all of his body parts, he knew all prepositions, he could draw a circle, and write his name. He knew all of the letters, numbers, colors, and what ever else had been taught in the school year.
"But let me show you his Visual Perceptual Organization," she said as she handed me the evaluation. "He was instructed to draw himself and this is what he drew."
It was impressive.
"Rio drew a person with 4 eyes and a many fingers...when asked why he drew so many fingers, he said they were shooting fingers in case someone needs help." She said with obvious concern. "At this age we would prefer that he had a self image other than that of a super hero."
"He's four! Are you giving this same advice to the parents of little girls who think they're princesses and have added tiaras to their drawings?" I asked sarcastically. "Isn't it imagination that creates astronauts?"
I continued to the bottom of the page. "I see it says at the bottom of this page... his preferred hand is marked left?" I wondered, who really evaluated my child.
And as I predicted.
"We suggest you hold him back, and wait another year for kindergarten," she advised. "It's better now than later. He still cries easily, and he doesn't show any interest in drawing."
I strongly disagreed. But what do I know, I'm only his mother.
He's in second grade now...guess what hand he uses.